Included, but not necessarily connected or organized in any manner in this passage: friends, family, feelings, favorites, home.
the old, ornate fixtures of temples
the reflection of my face in a car window
the cities that never sleep but forever dream
the glow and grandeur of skyscrapers
the hours of ceaseless sarcastic laughter
the effortless connection with someone new
the cutesy, original slang we create day to day
the smell of food and incense and culture
the warble of crowds and bustling street sounds
the young fashionistas and karaoke fiends that stroll the sidewalk
the irony of a street-stand surpassing gourmet restaurants
the occasional snore of speeding traffic while you try to sleep
the crowded buses and heavily air-conditioned taxis
the nooks and crannies in corners and alleys
the signs that don't light up properly anymore
the hidden treasures in tattered old buildings
the strange stuff they let you add to snocones
the fact that it isn't a cone at all, it's a bowl of ice
the nonsensical repartees and overused jokes
the hilarious texts and the heartbreaking ones
the obvious lack of interpersonal skills
the endless patience there is anyway
the family get-togethers
the friend get-togethers
the introspective nights alone
the soundtrack to my life
the rare moments of confidence
the rise and fall of your chest
the cliche'ness of that last statement
the vivid green of a gray, rainy day
the uncontrollable smiling
the times when things are good
the dry swipes of skin to skin
the goosebumps and gasps
the terrible photographs and wonderful memories
the miraculous metamorphosis of maturity
the all-together feeling of alliteration
the laid-back feeling of lack of punctuation
the long, jagged columns I come up with
the only structure this has
the only thing I follow
my heart
